[Hook: (BACK UP!) 14x in background
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 6x) ]
Verse 1: (Pastor Troy)
If I'm ackin up, you better cut of the game
I ain't got to say nothing, just have to tell them my name
I'm the flame, I got mo' flame then a lighter
I ain't trying to be lame, but this ain't nobody fighter
The southern writer, the preacher and keep a heater beside
Oomp Camp and Pastor Troy we letting it ride
So many died, I ain't never been the one for that
So now I travel everywhere with mack mack mack
I crack heads till I'm fed, and I dodge tricks
I cut the game off quick past ninety-six
I'm getting sick of the game
Just handle my business man
I catch ya slippin', I'ma lick ya a** for everything
We Ready
[Hook: (BACK UP!) 8x in background ]
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 4x)
[Verse 2: (Peter the Disciple) ]
It's little Peter, the ity-bity, short a** color
But it ain't nothing, I got some sh** to bust up ya sweater
Head bussa from Augusta, went to talking about
Run up on a muthaf**er, then I'm gone pour 'em out
I hang with Loco, Dollar Bill, and Baby D
I'm screaming ready, muthaf**er don't f** wit me
A young gangsta, I grew up with them g's from the south
And if it's anger, I'm ready to shuv that in a n***a mouth
b**h it's the devil, better not test me funny
Oomp Camp in dis b**h
Where the f** is the money
My Pastor told me forever represent for my team
Make them n***as come clean or bust they head with the beam
[Hook: (BACK UP!) 8x in background
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 4x) ]
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